All Bad Literature Rests Upon Imperfect Insight,

Science As We Now Understand The Word Is Of Later Birth. If Its Germinal Origin May Be Traced To The Early Period When Observation, Induction, And Deduction Were First Employed, Its Birth Must Be Referred To That Comparatively Recent Period When The Mind, Rejecting The Primitive Tendency To Seek In Supernatural Agencies For An Explanation Of All External Phenomena, Endeavoured, By A Systematic Investigation Of The Phenomena Themselves To Discover Their Invariable Order And Connection.

A Man May Be Buoyed Up By The Efflation Of His Wild Desires To Brave Any Imaginable Peril; But He Cannot Calmly See One He Loves Braving The Same Peril; Simply Because He Cannot Feel Within Turn That Which Prompts Another. He Sees The Danger, And Feels Not The Power That Is To Overcome It.

No Man Was Ever Eloquent By Trying To Be Eloquent, But Only By Being So.

The Only Cure For Grief Is Action.

I Have Always Considered The Merry Wives One Of The Worst Plays, If Not Altogether The Worst, That Shakespeare Has Left Us. The Wit For The Most Part Is Dreary Or Foolish; The Tone Is Coarse And Farcical; And The Characters Want The Fine Distinctive Touches He So Well Knew How To Give. If Some Luckless Wight Had Written Such A Comedy In Our Time, I Should Like To See What The Critics Would Say To It?